Yu Siqiao felt the rage bubbling up inside him as he said, "Where are you?"
His voice was deep, cold, and low.
Mo Shu sensed his poor mood and said, "I'm eating, what's up? Who pissed you off?"
Yu Siqiao didn't answer, just glanced at the time and said, "Where are you? Send me your location."
"Ah, I don't have time, I have company matters to resolve in the afternoon, and I've made plans for tonight. What's wrong?"
Listening to her words, Yu Siqiao grew even more irate and said, "You sure are busy, huh? So busy, yet you still find time to have someone deliver lunch to me?"
"Lunch?" Mo Shu immediately picked up on Yu Siqiao's anger, a foreboding feeling creeping into her heart, "What lunch? I didn't send you lunch today."
"You didn't send it," Yu Siqiao replied icily, "but Gu Wenjuan did, exactly like the ones you sent before."
Mo Shu's heart skipped a beat.
Did he know? Had he figured it out?
Wait, but how did Gu Wenjuan find out?
